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Just because Komaru had decided to stay in Towa City didn’t mean she was all that happy about it. Sure she might have been acting pretty happy after she’d made the decision, but that was more because she’d made a big decision by herself! Well, mostly by herself. Of course she still would have stayed if Toko had decided not to, but she was glad she wasn’t alone. They’d become much closer over the course of their journey, and she really didn’t think she understood the statement ‘Trusting someone with your life’ until recently. 

But still, it had been a lot of walking. Despite everything, it was still a ruined city that they were living in. A ruined city with plenty of people there who weren’t happy to see them. More importantly, her feet hurt. They’d been walking for a while now, she needed a break. Thankfully there was a bench nearby that was only half destroyed! She gestured to it, trying not to make her voice sound too whiny as she spoke but failing at doing so.

Komaru was really never very good when it came to fashion. There was a reason why she even wore her school uniform on Sundays! She liked to say it was a matter of school pride, but it was more that people questioned a schoolgirl less than they questioned someone with bad fashion sense. And they were comfy, that too.

She’d finally decided that she’d had enough of that, though! According to her brother there was someone called the Super High School Level Fashionista! They were probably too busy to help her, but there was no harm in asking, right? Maybe. They were almost definitely going to say no, but Komaru was always one for at the very least asking! Unless this person looked too intimidating, in which case she’d probably just walk away. She’d heard the person was very distinctive looking! Giant pink hair was probably not going to be too hard to find, right?

It turned out it was, she looked all over the academy for hours until eventually she found someone who matched the description she was given. She slowly walked over, holding her hands in front of her and taking a deep breath. 

control that THIRST DAMN

send me the name of a ship and i can only reply with ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) or ( ͡° _ʖ ͡°)

send “amortentia” for what smells my character associates with yours.

The smell of unwashed hair and old books. Moth balls and drying ink. Sweat as her hands moisten from her growing anxiety and the smell of ocean spray so vividly described in her novel So Lingers the Ocean.